Blurb
Two
men... two worlds... one desperate promise...
If
Anna had only known how the simple push of a button would turn her
life upside down, she would never have pressed ‘Play.’
Just
22 seconds into the recording she’s hit by the realization that, if
the voice in the thick German accent is right, she has been living
with an unthinkable lie for the past thirty years.
There
is only one way to find out: Follow the instruction left by a dead
person and head back to Germany, to a life Anna has next to no
conscious memory of.
To
her surprise, she finds an unexpected ally in Peter, an old childhood
friend whose law degree and language skills prove to be more than
useful. Besides, he has the most gorgeous blue eyes and the uncanny
ability to push Anna's buttons without the slightest effort. At every
turn, their search for answers is littered with more lies and
revelations.
Anna
must ultimately decide whether even the noblest of ends, truly
justify the means and whether some secrets should better stay buried.
“Mystery,
history, and a twist at every turn. Brilliant characters and prolific
storytelling... irresistible!”
Excerpt
"Happy
now?"
"I'll
tell you in a minute." Peter grabbed a cookie and took a slow
and careful bite. Like a wine connoisseur would taste a sip of rare,
expensive wine, he chewed slowly, eyes closed, a pondering frown on
his forehead. Anna waited for the verdict, patiently, while
everything in her wanted to pick up a sofa cushion and smack his smug
face. She had never been a physical person, but somehow he brought
out that side of her. God, could he be any more obnoxious?
"And?"
He just had to make her ask, hadn't he?
"Not
quite…." He grinned. "But the closest any cookie has ever
come. Martha would be proud."
Before
she could stop herself, reflex took over, and the sofa cushion landed
on the back of Peter's head. Bam!
"Ouch!
That hurt!" He rubbed his head and looked at her more in
surprise than pain.
"Good."
Anna crossed her arms in front of her chest, jaw clenched, eyes
shooting off invisible darts.
"Okay,
guess I deserved that. Sorry, I'm not usually this…" He was
looking for the right word.
"Chauvinistic?"
Anna jumped in.
"No.
Good one, but not quite." He looked up at the ceiling, still
pondering.
"Obnoxious?"
"Wow.
Don't hold back now."
"Irritatingly
annoying?" Anna offered.
"I
was going to say delightfully charming," he paused before
adding, "or failing at it. Anyway, is that how you treat a
friend that's doing you a favor?"
Now
it was her turn to apologize. "Sorry." She reached out and
offered her hand, "Truce?"
Peter
took it, but instead of shaking it he held on and pulled her onto the
sofa next to him. "Are we gonna do this or what?"
About
the Author
M.Naidoo
lives in Northern California with her husband, two daughters, and
three dogs. Born and raised in Germany, she was able to draw on a
wealth of memories and passed down stories for Where Sleeping Lies
Lie.
When
she is not in front of her computer, pounding out story lines and
characters, she enjoys reading, movies, spending time with her
family, and long walks on the beach - her proverbial 'happy place'.
M's love for the shore line and ocean shine through in the vivid
descriptions of the coast in her debut novel The Pelican.
"Juggling
my life as a writer and a full-time 'real' job has its challenges. I
don't get to spend half as much time as I'd like doing what I love,
and there are never enough hours in the day. Still, I feel extremely
lucky to be following my passion, and I am enjoying every minute of
it. Getting here has been one heck of a ride!"
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For
information about the author, her blog, upcoming releases, and more
visit www.mnaidoo.com
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Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NL34N26
M.
Naidoo will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn
winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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